We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
I worked on the blasted shirt a little bit more last night. And again this morning. Don’t ask me how demoralizing it is that I’ve now been working on this thing for three days and it still isn’t perfect. Nope, not perfect. But it is okay. Much better than before. It’s just the left sleeve/neckline that is giving me issues. I will fix it. And then I will perfect the pattern. And then I will make a 90-minute shirt in 90 minutes. And then I will cry with joy. And blog about that as well.Don’t you worry, I had to bribe the boy to put the shirt on and then bribe him again to stay still and smile for the camera. He tells me he never wants to wear it anyway, so it really doesn’t even matter that it looks so funny.